You worrie to much, enough for the both of us. Take a break, chill out, wear some birkenstalks, lick an apple pie with you grannie. But dont worrie, dont worrie about me, i'll be busy saving my six foot three jelly bean who is a genius, his fake mustache, and all the pre teens at one o' clock from mother basket for he would call upon satan and make them eat a hot burger. Even at our sacret mongolian chop base lurks evil, like the evil god of teenage drama, but our secret power of frendship will triumph over all and we will become the greatest super heros.
10/12/06
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~*Poems and Stuff*~
My journal is just going to be all the poems that i write and probably a couple regualr entries as well, feel free to make a comment =^__^= and i know i have bad spelling but humor me, lol
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